...Except the one placed in my head.
I did not put a clock in between my own ears. I don’t wear a watch, but I’m obsessed with time, nonetheless. There is no clock ticking but I know I have to be at the Lion’s club by 6:30 a.m. to serve beverages tomorrow, and next Saturday too. Veterans eat free, as do the homeless, selectively, get fed. I’m not the decider.
I’ve long argued that service is an art form. Chicago decides where our dues money goes, but our pancake money finds its way mostly to scholarships; about 3,000 when all was said and done last month. I’m a big fan of education...never got a scholarship myself. State schools got me 20,000 dollar MA, full retail.
I try to ignore the clock. My body is much harder to ignore. Nature tells me what time it is, and I listen. I’m damn delighted to be able to answer her calls, considering. I’m glad to still be of service, and that my worn out parts don’t need immediate service. A broken hip could bankrupt just about anyone my age, and I have health insurance.
All of this has taken some getting used to, but I’ve adapted, am adapting to not driving, and doing half as much too. No clock is ticking, except the one I am ignoring- today; tomorrow I will be long gone by now.
I like the way life has been flowing around me since I’ve chosen to detach myself from half of what I was attached to. Not driving and letting the kids run the show seems to be working for me. This week’s trip to their world for a look see came and went. I’m happier here, far from the belly of it all, and the traffic too. They know how and where to find me, the newly emerging MIC, with all their gadgets and applications.
I’m an entropy guy, sold on technology. I’m sold on tech because technology gauges reality, and will continue to rule culture as those tools become impossible to ignore. I see technology as saving us from ourselves, as we grow beyond this unsustainable moment of adolescence.
The truth is that the only clock ticking is the one in my head as every cell in my body clamorous for my attention. I have been conditioned ignore reality and have to remind myself instead to ignore the installed program, and hear Nature’s own breath, the miraculous evidence of eternity humming away; reality, always there for those who choose to breathe consciously in concert with Nature.
I hear the spirit of eternity in Nature’s breath when I remember to; when I can ignore the ticking, push myself beyond my programming, and cut it loose. When I can, I can look back at it all from far away, or listen to and feel my own cells at work, just as happily as I am.
Today is already an easy day. I’m going to do my best to enjoy it.